Looking Down on Us? One Burst of Dragon Might Brought Him to His Knees!

In the shabby blacksmith's shop on the west side of Holy Soul Village...

The room reeked of sour, cheap ale and scorched charcoal.

A burly, stubble-faced, ragged middle-aged man lay drunk in a battered wooden chair. He was the Clear Sky Douluo, living here in seclusion...

Tang Hao.

At the sound of soft footsteps, Tang San pushed open the door and entered.

"Dad, I'm back," Tang San said quietly.

Tang Hao rolled over without even lifting his eyelids. His voice was low and hoarse. "Your Martial Soul awakened? What is it?"

Tang San stepped in front of him and raised his right hand. Pale blue light shimmered, and a frail sprig of Blue Silver Grass appeared. "It's Blue Silver Grass, but the deacon tested me and found I have Innate Full Soul Power."

At the words "Blue Silver Grass," Tang Hao's dull, weary eyes trembled, and his heart clenched violently.

He sat bolt upright and stared at the Blue Silver Grass in Tang San's hand, his eyes brimming with endless pain and longing.

Ah Yin...

This was Ah Yin's Martial Soul!

Before Tang Hao could recover, Tang San spoke again. "Dad, I have another Martial Soul."

Before he finished speaking, Tang San raised his left hand.

Dark light gathered, and a small black hammer, heavy with an oppressive presence, appeared in his palm!

"Twin Martial Souls! The Clear Sky Hammer!"

Tang Hao seized Tang San by both arms. A terrifying light burst from his once-clouded eyes!

His broad, calloused hands shook with excitement.

The inherited Martial Soul of the Clear Sky Sect, together with Ah Yin's Blue Silver Grass—his son had the rare Twin Martial Souls!

But just as boundless hope of revenge rose in Tang Hao's heart, Tang San's next words doused the heat in the room.

"Dad, Su Chen from our village awakened his Martial Soul too."

Tang San's face grew grave as he recounted what had happened at the Spirit Hall Branch.

"His Martial Soul is a purple-gold Primordial Giant Dragon. The deacon called it the Chaos Ancestral Dragon. When his Martial Soul awakened, my Blue Silver Grass and little hammer were pinned down so completely I couldn't summon them."

"Worse... when they tested his Soul Power, it burst the special crystal ball made by Spirit Hall! The deacon said his Innate Full Soul Power surpasses level ten. It's at least level twenty!"

Boom!

The packed earth beneath Tang Hao's feet cracked. For an instant, a tyrannical, terrifying killing intent flashed from his body, making the entire shabby smithy hum and shake!

Tang Hao shot to his feet, his weathered eyes wide with disbelief and alarm. "What did you say? He burst the crystal ball? A god-level dragon Martial Soul? Innate level twenty?"

As the youngest Titled Douluo ever to shake the continent, Tang Hao knew better than anyone what that meant.

Innate level twenty was a supreme miracle said to be possible only when an inherited Martial Soul of the gods descended into the world!

Even the Six-Winged Angel inherited by the Qian Family of Spirit Hall was no more remarkable!

Had a god-level being capable of overturning the entire continent's balance of power truly been born in tiny Holy Soul Village?

Tang Hao looked down at Tang San and set both hands on his shoulders. His voice was deathly serious as he warned him, word by word:

"Little San, remember this. Never reveal your Second Martial Soul in front of Su Chen of your own accord! Until you're absolutely certain, you must not make an enemy of him!"

Tang San's heart shook. He nodded firmly. "Dad, I understand."

Outside the window, dark clouds curled faintly, and the distant cry of a dragon seemed to echo across the land.

A storm destined to sweep across all of Douluo Continent had quietly begun.

A few days later, outside the south gate of Nuoding City in Fasinuo Province.

A simple carriage stopped on the broad, flagstone-paved road. Old Jack led Su Chen and Tang San down from it.

Nuoding City was only a remote, mid-sized city in Fasinuo Province, but to villagers who had spent their lives in Holy Soul Village, its tall, thick gray-green walls and ceaseless streams of merchant caravans were magnificent.

Old Jack clutched Su Chen's sleeve all the way, his face glowing as he puffed out his chest whenever anyone passed.

Old Jack had ultimately begged for a work-study place from the neighboring village for Tang San, but in his heart, Su Chen—the boy whose god-level dragon Martial Soul had awakened and whose Soul Power had burst the testing crystal—was Holy Soul Village's true pride and hope.

Tang San walked silently half a step behind Su Chen.

He had secretly observed Su Chen countless times on the journey, only to discover, to his horror, that Su Chen kept his aura hidden like the depths of an ancient pool.

The faintly flowing, domineering pure-yang energy inside Su Chen even made Tang San's Mysterious Heaven Skill recoil and stall of its own accord.

The more Tang San failed to see through him, the deeper his wariness grew.

After crossing several broad streets, the three arrived before a sprawling cluster of buildings.

The tall arched school gate was built of hard obsidian. Above it hung a gilded plaque bearing six bold Chinese characters...

Nuoding Junior Soul Master Academy.

"We're here. This is Nuoding Academy." Old Jack wiped the sweat from his brow and led Su Chen and Tang San toward the gate.

But before they could enter, a young gatekeeper in coarse blue fighting clothes swaggered into their path.

He gave Old Jack and the two boys a sidelong look. His gaze swept over their patched homespun clothes, and his face filled with contempt.

"Stop!! Where did you country bumpkins come from? This is Nuoding Junior Soul Master Academy, not a place for beggars like you to scrounge for food! Get lost!!" The gatekeeper waved his wooden club, his tone vicious.

Old Jack hurriedly offered an apologetic smile. He carefully drew two Martial Soul Awakening certificates issued by the Spirit Hall Branch from his clothes and held them out with a bow. "Young man, please be kind. We're work-study students from Holy Soul Village. Deacon Su Yuntao of Spirit Hall issued these himself. Please take a look."

The gatekeeper snatched the certificates and glanced over them carelessly.

When he saw Tang San's entry—"Martial Soul: Blue Silver Grass; Innate Soul Power: full, level ten"—he burst out laughing.

"A golden phoenix flying out of a nest of weeds? Blue Silver Grass is a Trash Martial Soul you can find anywhere, and you expect me to believe it has Innate Full Soul Power? Forging Spirit Hall certificates is a capital crime! Old fool, did you bring fake papers here to make a fool of me?"

With that, the gatekeeper raised his club, ready to bring it crashing down on Old Jack's head!

Tang San's eyes turned cold. His Mysterious Jade Hand was ready.

He shifted his feet, preparing to strike the man down with a Tang Sect Hidden Weapons technique while considering how to teach him a lesson he would never forget...

According to the general principles of the Tang Sect's Mysterious Heaven Treasure Record, anyone who insulted an elder and harbored malicious intent had already earned himself a path to death.

But before Tang San could act, everything changed!!

Boom...!

An overwhelming Dragon Might, like a savage mountain from the primordial age descending from the heavens, erupted from Su Chen!

Crack...!

The hard flagstones beneath Su Chen's feet split with several spiderweb cracks.

Purple-gold waves of pure-yang energy became a terrifying, almost tangible aura that engulfed everything within dozens of meters!

"Argh!!"

The man had not even touched the hem of Su Chen's clothes when the violent currents blasted his wooden club to powder!

He dropped to his knees with a heavy thud, his face crushed against the fractured ground. Even his cries for help came out as terrified whimpers!!

"You look down on us, and you think you're worthy of stopping me?"

Su Chen stood with his hands behind his back, looking down at the gatekeeper.

A cold divine light shone from his [Ancestral Dragon Divine Eyes].

Under the absolute heavenly might of a god-level Martial Soul, a mere vicious mortal servant was as fragile as an ant beneath a blade of grass!!

The sudden, terrifying force drove Tang San back two steps.

The power of the Mysterious Heaven Skill inside him churned wildly once more, while the force he had gathered in his palm for a Hidden Weapon was forcibly scattered.

Tang San was horrified. What a domineering aura... He hadn't even used a Soul Skill. Just the pressure of his Martial Soul was enough to completely cripple a grown man?!

Not far away, beneath the shade of an ancient banyan tree, a middle-aged man in a black robe slowly drew back the foot he had been about to put forward. Shock and doubt filled his stiff face.

He was Yu Xiaogang, a guest adviser at Nuoding Academy who styled himself the foremost Grandmaster of Martial Soul theory.

Yu Xiaogang had been watching from the shadows.

As he had planned, he meant to appear at the right moment when the gatekeeper made trouble for the commoners and the situation turned dangerous. By rescuing them, he could earn their gratitude and naturally take the two commoner boys with Innate Full Soul Power potential under his wing as tools to test his theories.

But he had never imagined that the black-haired boy before him would act so decisively and forcefully, leaving him no chance at all to step in and win their gratitude!!

"What terrifying dragon pressure... This is no ordinary Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon. It surpasses everything recorded by my family!!"

Yu Xiaogang's eyes burned with greed. He clasped his hands behind his back.

Forcing down his excitement, he walked stiffly out from beneath the tree.